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The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 6,900 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 12 years to get that many views.

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Off late the country is reacting to the recent events rather actively. This is leading to a lot of questions which we always wanted to avoid. Looking at things we get a feeling that the country has reached a point where their threshold level of tolerance is breached. However this situation is rather painting a confused image of our country to the world and even to its own people. I was rather surprised by the amount of importance this Delhi gang rape got, you can’t blame me because considering the number of rapes that happen in this country year in year out not all manage to reach this heights. Maybe the brutality of this case imparted some sort of fear which made people think that, ‘Well this is should not happen to me or my loved ones’ forcing them to react. Had this rape happened behind closed doors we wouldn’t even be talking about it. According to me there is no brutality level for rape, a rape is a rape. If it takes this level of brutality for our country to be awakened then you seriously need to question the moral ethics and standard the society has set for itself.

What’s more strange is the way the people, the media and the system are reacting to it. The only word to describe their reaction is ‘CONFUSED’. They don’t know what they want; they don’t have a solution I’ll tell you why because there isn’t one.

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It was way back in 2005, I borrowed a MP3 Music CD from a friend of mine. It had good 100 or so songs in it, but there was one which stood out. Back then, I was completely ignorant about music and didn’t have a clue about Heavy Metal or any genre for that matter. For me I was just listening to some random English song which was titled ‘Fear of the dark – Iron Maiden’. Now when I look back it makes me think that if it hadn’t been for that song I would probably be a totally different human being. Next song I heard was ‘Dance of the death’ and then I knew I couldn’t leave this stuff. I started collecting all the tracks that had iron maiden to it. I didn’t knew much about the songs or the lyrics or even Iron Maiden but it was something worth listening to. I use to wait for the guitar solos to come in all the time, and then there was this captivating vocalist who engulfed me all the time. As time passed by I started to know more about myself, the world around me, the people, Music and Maiden. By 2007 I was a METALHEAD.

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I never believed in GOD or any supernatural being and have always been vocal about it. My belief of not believing in GOD has caused many awkward and isolated moments for me most of them being social. I have been on the receiving end of a lot of stuff which came out of people’s religious belief; I was even attacked once by a bunch of lunatics who couldn’t tolerate my very existence. Right from my family to my neighborhood I was always supposed to be a believer. Unfortunately for the people around me that didn’t happen. To make things worse as I started to grow some gray matter I got into Death/Black metal which created an illusion in the minds of my family that I have been captured by daemons or something. (Not literally just emphasizing). The long hair, the piercings etc. etc. were the classic signs for an Indian society to be convinced with the notion that ‘This Kid has lost it’.

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If I have to introduce myself, the only thing I can say is that I’m a friend of Ravi from Hungary, Europe. A friend and the biggest fan of his blog. I won’t start to explain how I found this masterpiece, what matters is that I’m here, and Rav was kind enough to let me write a little post here. It was not too much work from my part to assure him in giving me a little place. He was very gracious, selfless. He allowed me to write here.